saving ville chapters 4 and 5
Title: saving ville
Author:<*j user="jimisgirl4eva">
chapter: 4 and 5
Rating: R
Pairing: vam
Summary: When an american skater finds an abused man in the slums of Helsinki, will he be able to help him?
A/N: hey evryone thanks for all your support, heres chapter 4 and 5!
Chapter 4
Ville slowly came to the surface of consciousness and the first thing he noticed was the pain pulsing through his body. As his eyes focused he saw he was still lying on the bloody mattress. The strong scent of blood mixed with the smell of sex assaulted his nostrils and made his stomach turn.
He knew he was going to be sick, so he tried to push himself up off the mattress but couldn’t move due to the pain. He turned his head to the side right as he threw up the contents of his stomach next to him on the mattress. It hurt. He had thrown up before and it had never hurt that much.
Sliding his hand lightly over his chest, he gasped in pain as he touched a few ribs he guessed were broken. He didn’t remember how it had happened, it could have been when the men were beating him, or when Harvey had been sitting on his chest, or maybe they had done something else to him after he had passed out.
It hurt to breathe; he tried to take small breaths as he turned his attention back to his wounds. He felt sharp pains everywhere but the worst was coming from his ass. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memories, he didn’t even want to see what kind of damage they had given him down there.
He tried to push himself up again, but his arms were shaking so bad he fell back down, jarring his body in the process. He cried out again at the pain. He carefully rolled onto his side, ignoring the pain in his body and the painful pull his back gave, away from the vomit to stare at the door.
He vaguely remembered Mark shaking him awake last night after he had passed out. Mark had taken the cuffs off him and said he would give Ville a day to recover before he had his turn. Then Mark had left; leaving Ville helpless and bleeding until he had passed out again.
Ville realized that the toys were still scattered all over the floor; still covered in his blood. Looking at them made his stomach jerk again, but he had nothing left to expel from his stomach.
He pulled his legs up to his chest; tears falling as the dried blood reopened his wounds.
He cried harder as the minutes went by, crying because of the pain, and because he hated his life and wanted nothing more than for it to end. He cursed his beauty and men for thinking they could take advantage of him like this. He craved for a gentle touch and for someone to show him friendship and love. He wanted someone to touch him without causing pain, he dimly remembered when his mother use to do that, it’s amazing the things people take for granted.
The pain was made worse by the shaking the sobs caused, but Ville couldn’t stop,and he didn’t want to. He needed to cry for all the misery, anger and loneliness he felt raging inside of him.
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Bam got out of his car and walked across the parking lot trying to stay hidden in the shadows. He tried the door and found it locked tight. He didn’t want to break the door open in plain sight so he decided to go around the back to check if there was a back door by the dumpsters.
There was, this door was locked with a chain and a combination lock. Bam thought he might be able to break the chain open with something.
He walked over to the dumpster and looked around at the contents lying around it. He saw a long piece of metal and picked it up; it looked like a part to an old bike or something. He put it in between two of the links and tried to pry them apart but the mental was too small and kept slipping. Bam wasn’t sure he could make the links snap open using anything at all.
He went back over to the trash and continued to look around. After a few minutes he spotted another piece of mental, it looked almost like a crowbar. He raised it and brought it down hard on the lock twice before the lock broke in two. He quickly unwound the chain and went in, pulling the door shut behind him.
After he let his eyes adjust to the dark, he walked out of the small room he found himself in and ended up behind the bar. He looked around for the hallway he had spotted earlier and found it across the room.
He walked down it and found himself facing a closed door. As quietly as he could he slowly opened the door and was surprised at what he found. It was a tiny bathroom.
He closed the door; confused. He knew he saw the two guys come from this hallway; they couldn’t have both been in the bathroom, right? They both wouldn’t be able to fit - it was so small. Shit. Did he miss something? Now what?
Feeling confused and stupid he started to walk back down the hallway when his foot caught on something on the floor. Bending down he grabbed it and pulled. It didn’t budge. Feeling around he felt a large square cutout and quickly realized the object in his hand was a handle and he was currently crouched on a trap door. Feeling around some more he felt a bolt. Grabbing it he slid it sideways and tried to lift up on the handle again. The door came open this time and he cautiously peered down into the hole.
Gathering his courage he swung his feet down and waited for them to connect with the stairs before he made his decent down into the darkness. Once at the bottom he spotted a lantern giving off a soft glow. Glancing around he saw only two ways to go; left or right.
Picking the left he walked down that dark hallway feeling the walls for any doors. It was very short and had a small alcove at the end with boxes piled ceiling high.
Swearing softly, Bam retraced his footsteps and went down the right hallway. This hallway was just as dark but was much longer. After a few minutes of walking and not finding any sign of a door he stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath. He thought he had heard something. Continuing to listen he heard something that sounded like stifled breathing. Quietly walking closer to what he now recognized as a door he heard the sound again only this time he realized it was sobbing he was hearing.
Without thinking he ran to the door and opened it. It was a small room with little lighting but enough to make out the form of a naked body covered in blood lying on an equally dirty mattress. Taking a few steps into the room he gasped in horror at what he saw. There was a skinny man curled in a ball, the man from the missing person’s ad.
“Oh my god.” Muttered Bam under his breath, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The kid was curled up with his hands covering his head, like he was trying to ward off a blow. Bam could hear him trying to hold in his sobs.
Ville had heard the footsteps coming toward the room and had been devastated. Mark said he wouldn’t bother him for a day and yet he was standing in his room.
Bam walked over to the young man and knelt by the mattress and gently pulled one of the arms away from the young mans head.
As Ville’s arm was pulled away he finally saw it wasn’t Mark but some new man he had never seen before, with eyes of the brightest blue. He was confused for about two seconds before panic kicked in.
“No!” He yelled, flailing his arms and trying to scoot away from the man, his pain be damned. “No! Stop! Please it’s too soon. He said he would give me a day. Please don’t…” Ville trailed off as he collapsed back into a crying fit.
Bam had been unprepared for the violent reaction. His heart broke as the young man started to cry again. He had an overpowering urge to take the boy into his arms and make all the hurts go away, but he figured the guy wasn’t ready to be touched yet.
“Shhhhh.” Bam spoke calmly over the crying. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Hey, stop crying and look at me. It’s ok now. I won’t hurt you. Shhhhh.”
Ville quieted down; he didn’t want to be beaten for not listening. “Please don’t.” Ville whispered. Finally he looked up at the other man.
“I’m not going to hurt you; I’ve come to help you get out of here, you’re going to be ok.”
Ville didn’t believe the man for a second, what game was he playing? He would just gain Ville’s trust and then fuck him only to leave him down here.
Bam could see the fear in the boy’s eyes and as he quickly looked over the injuries, he spotted for the first time, the chain around the boy’s neck. He was sickened by the thought that the boy had been chained down here and treated like an animal. He reached out and caught hold of the chain, ignoring the boys flinch and sudden tears of fear. He examined it and saw that there was a lock by the back of the neck. He needed the key. Mark probably had it. He thought that the small piece of metal he found earlier might be able to break the lock, but he had left that outside.
“I have to go get something to break this with,” Bam told the frightened boy, racking his brain for the kid’s name. “Ville is your name right? I’ll be right back.”
How did the man know his name? He must know Mark than right? Ville lay confused after Bam had left. The man couldn’t be serious could he? Would the man really help Ville get free after seven years down here? Ville felt a foreign tingling sensation in his heart, something he hadn’t felt in a long time; hope.
After about ten minutes he felt the hope slowly start to fade, the man wasn’t coming back; it really was just some sick game. He felt tears slide down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to sleep but the footsteps on the stairs had him snapping awake. He was afraid that Mark was going to end up walking through the door laughing.
Ville gave a quiet sigh of relief when the strange man walked in the door carrying something black in his hand. He was afraid the man was going to beat him with it.
“I’m going to try and pry the lock off; I need you to roll onto your stomach.”
Ville was just about to refuse but a voice inside of him said to trust this man, he had nothing to lose, so he rolled on to his stomach remembering too late about the broken ribs.
Bam jumped as he heard the young man cry out. “Are you ok?” he asked concerned. The boy had buried his face in the mattress and was breathing heavily and didn’t reply. Bam realized he probably rolled onto an injury, but looking at the kid covered in bruises and blood he couldn’t make out any obvious injuries. “I’ll be quick.” He stuck the bar between the lock and chain and twisted it sideways, trying to get the lock to snap in two. He pushed as hard as he dared; not wanting to choke the boy. After a minute, the rusty metal of the lock broke and Bam pushed it through the chain and carefully unwound it from the man’s neck, the skin underneath it was rubbed raw and bleeding.
Ville felt the chain give away and gave a sob of relief. He felt hope growing in his heart and for the first time believed the man might actually get him out of here.
Bam grabbed the dirty blanket from across the room and went back to crouch near the boy. “Lets get out of here, can you walk?”
“I think so.” Came the shaky reply. He knew he couldn’t but he wasn’t going to say anything that might provoke the man into leaving him here.
Bam gently grabbed the boy’s arms and helped him sit up.
Ville cried out as it aggravated his injuries. He felt the man pull him to his feet and he swayed for a minute before he could stand under his own power. Bam put the blanket around the boy to hide his nakedness and took one of his arms to steer him from the room. Bam heard the young man moan as they started walking.
“It’s ok. Take it easy. Don’t stress out Ville, you’ll be alright now.” He soothed.
Ville was in terrible pain and by the time they got down the hall and by the stair case, he was shaking so bad he had to lean against the older man for support. He was exhausted. He had never walked this much in the last seven years.
Bam felt the boy’s legs give out on the second stair and he quickly put his arms around the boy’s waist to keep him from falling. Bam felt the guy slump against him and breath heavily against his chest.
“I can’t…” Ville gasped, tears running down his cheeks. His body was seizing up from the pain and all his strength was now being used to stay conscious. He expected the other man to say ‘just kidding!’ any moment now and chain him up again.
Bam lifted the young man into his arms careful of his injuries and walked up the steps. The boy didn’t weigh a thing; Bam could feel his ribs standing out as he carried him. It made Bam wonder what was done to the boy and how long he had been down here. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to nurse this young man back to health and take care of him as best he could. Once they got in the hallway he closed the trap door and pushed the bolt back into place with his foot.
When he entered the bar area he saw car lights flash through the window. Shit! Someone had just pulled into the parking lot. He went to the darkest side of the bar and slid to the floor behind one of the tables in the corner. He leaned back against the wall and looked down at the young man in his arms. The boy’s eyes were glazed over from pain and he had a confused look on his face. “Stay quiet!” Bam whispered.
They both heard the sound of a key in the lock and then the door swung open.
“Fucking hell, where did I leave it!” cursed Mark as he strolled into the room and up to the bar.
Bam felt the young man start to shake when he heard Mark’s voice.
“Please don’t let him get me!” Ville pleaded quietly; forgetting his fear of Bam for the moment.
Bam pulled the boy closer to him and pushed Ville’s head against his chest when the tears started. He curled himself around the boy and prayed to whatever god that was out there that Mark wouldn’t turn the lights on.
Bam tightened his grip even more on the young man as Mark suddenly looked up and started to walk across the room toward them.
Bam was prepared to fight if they were discovered.
Chapter 5
Mark walked closer and closer to the hiding pair but just as he was about to reach the table they were hiding behind, a shrill ringing noise cut the silence. Mark turned and walked quickly back to the bar to answer the phone.
“Yeah……where was it......fine stay there then, I’m on my back home then if it’s all settled……good to hear.” Mark threw down the phone and walked out the door and locked it.
A few moments later Bam heard the car start up and drive away. He released a breath he wasn’t aware he had held. He loosened his grip on the man and looked down at him. Ville had tear streaks on his face and was breathing heavily. Bam thought he looked dazed and he wondered if the young man actually knew what was really happening.
Bam got back to his feet with Ville still in his arms and quickly walked behind the bar to the little room. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked out. As he did that he felt Ville stir in his arms for the first time since Mark left.
Ville looked around the filthy lot, at the dumpsters and trash and thought he had never seen something so nice in his life. He felt the cool air sooth his hurting body and the clean smell of the outdoors made his heart beat faster. He was finally outside after seven years of seeing nothing but wooden walls. Suddenly the closeness of the man made his breath catch.
“Put me down, let me go! Please, please let me go...” He cried as he tried to wiggle out of Bam’s arms. Now that he had a glimpse of freedom he wanted to keep it. There was no way he was going to let the man take him. He didn’t want to end up locked in another basement.
Bam didn’t want to put Ville down but his wiggling he was afraid he might drop him. He put the man on his feet, but kept a hold of his arms to keep him upright.
“Look I know you don’t trust me, but I can’t just leave you here. You’re injured and you have no clothes. Besides, I seriously doubt you could walk out of the parking lot by yourself, let alone to somewhere safe.” Bam told the boy as calmly as he could. “Let me take you to the hospital, they can help you there and protect you. I’ll call the police on the way ok?”
Ville got hysterical at this point. “No! Please no hospital, they can get me there, no police! No no no no no. Please no please. I don’t want to go back. They’ll get me and I don’t wanna go back!” Ville broke off as he started to hyperventilate.
Bam was confused. He didn’t understand why the man would refuse help. All he knew was he needed to try to get Ville calm before he hurt himself worse.
“Calm down Ville. It’s ok. I promise I won’t call the police or take you to the hospital.” Yet anyway, Bam added silently. “I’ll take you back to my house and we will figure out what to do.”
Ville was shaking his head. “Just….let me….go.” He struggled to get out. He could feel the world start to spin and he his vision got blurry.
Bam could see the boys gorgeous eyes roll back in his head as he collapsed to the ground. Bam caught him before his head struck the ground and once again lifted him into his arms. He hurried to his car once again keeping in the shadows and laid Ville down in the passenger seat.
Once he was on the road he argued with himself about where to take Ville. He knew he needed medical attention but wanted to respect the kid’s wishes about not getting help for the time being. Did Ville not want to go to the hospital because Mark could get him there? He wondered if that was what the young man had meant. Could Mark come into
the hospital and claim him, they were family after all? Bam really didn’t know about all the laws and regulations the hospital followed.
Finally he made his decision. Ville was coming back to the apartment with him, Ryan wouldn’t be there now, he’d be with his new friends.
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Bam carried the unconscious young man upstairs and laid him down on his bed. He gently peeled the dirty blanket from around Ville and felt sick as he saw Ville’s beaten body. In the light of his bedroom he could finally see bruises covering almost every inch of Ville’s body, although most of them were covered with dried blood.
He lowered his eyes to the blood that covered Ville’s thighs and felt his chest tighten. He didn’t understand how anyone could hurt such an beautiful, sweet man. Wanting to know the extend of the damage, he carefully rolled Ville on his side and pried his butt cheeks apart making the abused man moan in pain, and open his gorgeous green eyes. Bam moved up to Ville’s side, he didn’t think waking up to having someone touching your ass was good after being abused for god knows how long.
““Where am I?” Ville asked in a shaky voice. His hand unconsciously went to his neck to feel for a chain. He thought the man would have taken him to a hospital, but this room didn’t look like a hospital room. Ville remembered his from when he’d had a bad asthma attack when he was 12; it had been dull and white and smelt like stale plastic. This room was painted in colorful splashes; it looked like someone had taken buckets of bright paint and had thrown them at the walls. Maybe the hospitals had upgraded their look in the past seven years? He doubted it.
“I took you to my house, cuz you said you didn’t wanna go to the hospital, I just wanna help you Ville, please don’t fight me…” Bam watched his newfound companions face for a reaction. Ville just nodded and relaxed back into the blankets.
“How would you like it if I cleaned you up a little and then you can have a sleep, huh?” Bam pouted at the young man, he really wanted to help him…
Ville looked around nervously, coughed, and then whispered, “Um, yeah, that’d be nice, thanks.”
“Ok, just stay here for a second while I get some stuff.”
Bam left, returning moments later with a bowl of warm water, some pain reliever, and a soft washcloth. Kneeling beside the bed, Bam began trying to relax him.
"Ville, stay still, okay? I'm gonna clean you up, but I’ve never done this before, I’ll try my best to be gentle...”
He ran his hand lightly over Ville’s head pushing the wavy hair back from his face. Ville’s green eyes watched him nervously. Bam smiled reassuringly, and ran the cloth gently down Ville’s face, cleaning the dirt and blood away as best he could. It made Bam wonder when the last time it was the guy had been given a shower. Next he ran the cloth over his neck, arms and chest. As he cleared the blood away he saw many cuts over Ville’s body that looked suspiciously like whip marks. He carefully cleaned each and every one of them with clean water. Then he continued on to his legs.
After Bam was done with Ville’s front he helped Ville carefully roll onto his stomach; being careful with what he could now clearly see as broken ribs. Ville hated being on his tummy like this; leaving his back exposed to threats. He whimpered sadly, and Bam stopped cleaning Ville’s shoulders. “It’s ok little one, I won’t hurt you.” Ville calmed down, and relaxed into the gentle cleansing of the warm cloth.
Bam found Ville’s back to be in around the same shape as his chest. He cleaned it with just as much care as he had shown before on Ville’s tummy. He paused at Ville’s bum, not sure whether to stop or keep going. He decided to ask Ville, after all, it was his body. “Do you want me to stop, or keep going?”
“”Um, keep going, its ok.” Ville bit his lip, and closed his eyes tight.
Bam nodded and took Ville’s twig-like hand in his own.
The frail, shaking fingers tightened around his hand when he touched Ville's rump, sliding the warm, damp cloth down between the round globes. “You want me to stop? We don’t have to do this now if you don’t want to.”
Ville couldn’t get his words out right, so he just nodded. At least this man acted like he cared for his feelings, he should let him finish what he had started. He might get mad if Ville wanted him to stop, even though he had said he wouldn’t mind.
Bam gently stroked Ville’s back, then ran the cloth over Ville’s abused hole. Ville tensed up but soon relaxed when Bam stopped. He cleaned the blood and cum away from Ville’s bleeding entrance, then paused. He had to clean inside Ville as well, but he didn’t want to hurt the beautiful man any more than he had to. “Ville?”
Ville lifted his head to look into Bam’s cerulean eyes.
“I gotta clean you inside, I’ll try and do it as fast as I can ok?”
Ville bit his bruised lips, then nodded slowly.
Bam sighed, readying himself for something he really didn’t want to do, then gently pushed his finger inside. Ville shuddered and cried out from pain.
“I’m sorry buddy. I wish I could make it stop hurting for you, I really do.” He felt tears come to his eyes as he thought about the pain this guy must have gone through.
After about a minute of careful and gentle cleansing, Ville groaned aloud, pained and ready to cry. “It hurts, it hurts so bad…”
Bam gently ran his hand down Ville’s trembling arm and held his hand. “This part will hurt, I wish there was another way to do this but I can’t think of any other way to do it.” He pushed his finger a little higher, hooking out the dried blood and semen from the scarred channel.
Ville screamed, his back arched, and his grip on Bam's hand tightened viciously. He shuddered a few times before laying still on the bed, crying silently. It had hurt, almost as bad as what Mark would do to him all the time.
The skater felt horrible... he had hated hurting the frightened man like that, but it had to be done. “Hey Ville?”
Ville lifted his head from where it was crushed into the pillow. He had tears flooding down his face from the pain of his mini-ordeal. He looked at Bam questioningly.
“I’m gonna take you to my room for the night, you’ll get a better sleep there, and you look like you need it.” Now that most of the blood and dirt was gone, Bam could see that Ville had deep dark circles under his eyes and a few bruises here and there on his porcelain face. Ville definitely needed a good night’s sleep, and the guest room bed was pretty hard. Gently, Bam gathered the man in his arms, careful of his back. The Finn's chin rested in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Bam had one hand on Ville's shoulders, holding him close, and one hand under his bottom, holding him up. He felt like he was carrying a tall, spindly infant.
Ville just hung there in his arms as Bam carried him to his room, and laid him softly on the king sized bed. He watched Bam nervously as Bam got boxers for himself and Ville, and after helping Ville into the blue silk pants, Bam left to change into his.
Bam slipped into the room and sat beside his new friend, who had drifted off to sleep. ‘God he’s beautiful even after everything he’s had to deal with.’
Standing up Bam pulling the covers up to Ville’s chin. He then grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and pulled it over to the bed. Bam sat down, determined to watch over Ville as the young man slept.
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Throbbing pain…Ville felt nothing but pain as he awoke. He turned his head away from the blinding morning light that was streaming in through the window next to him.
Wait a minute, what window? Ville thought, I have no window.
Ville came fully awake as he looked around the strange room he was in. He spotted a man sleeping hunched in a chair next to him. Suddenly the events from the night before flew back at Ville - the rescue, being cleaned by this stranger, and finally falling asleep in his arms.
Most of the blood and dirt had been washed away when the man had cleaned him, but it would take many more scrubbings for him to get totally clean. Ville wondered if the man had done anything else to him after he had fallen asleep. Even if the man had helped him, it didn’t mean anything, he still didn’t trust him. After all he was in the man’s bed, naked.
Looking back at the man, he was startled to see the man’s eyes open and watching him. He suddenly felt overcome with fear.
“Morning, I hope you slept well.”
Ville just nodded slightly and laid back against the blankets.
Now that Bam had the boy here and safe in his bed, he didn’t know what the hell to do with him. He saw Ville still had a distrustful look in his eyes, and he had a pretty good idea why. Bam set out to try and sooth his fears.
“I didn’t do anything else to you I swear. I’m not that kind of man Ville. I’m nothing like those guys that kept you prisoner.”
Ville looked into his eyes and saw no lie. It eased his fears a little and he relaxed slightly. “Who are you?”
“I’m sorry.” Bam said sheepishly. “I forgot to tell you my name yesterday. It’s Bam.” He finished; holding out his had to Ville.
Ville flinched away from the extended hand on reflex, but Bam gave him a small smile and continued to hold his hand out. Ville looked at the man in confusion. His brain told him not to trust him. He was a whore after all; this man could only want one thing. But something in his heart told him to reach out to this man. And that’s what he did.
He shuddered as his hand was encased in Bam’s large warm hand. Bam’s touch was gentle and nothing like Mark’s rough hands.
Bam gently lowered Ville’s hand back to the bed. “You’re not my prisoner here, Ville. You can leave at anytime but I’d feel better if you stayed here for a while till you heal.” Bam knew the physical healing would come much faster than the mental, but he realized he wouldn’t mind if Ville never left.
Ville felt a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t used to someone being nice to him; it made him nervous all of a sudden.
Knowing Ville was still a little scared Bam decided to change the subject. “Would you like something to eat? You’re much too skinny.” He saw Ville’s face flush with embarrassment and hated himself for the next question he had to ask. “How much did Mark feed you anyway?” If Mark had feed him very little amounts, then Bam didn’t want to change the amount right away.
Ville withdrew into himself at the mention of Mark; he didn’t want to talk about Mark or anything that went on during his captivity. He looked away from the man and stayed quiet.
Bam didn’t push Ville into telling him. Just by looking at the boy he could tell it wasn’t much. “I’ll just bring you some broth.” He said as he walked out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. He didn’t want to feed Ville anything too heavy, for fear his stomach wouldn’t be able to hold it down.
As he walked back into the room he saw Ville looking out the window, seemingly fascinated by the trees blowing in the wind. He sat the bowl on the night stand and sat on the edge of the bed; he felt Ville tense up next to him.
“You should sit up a little, do you need help?” He saw Ville shake his head violently and struggle to raise himself up against the headboards. Bam’s hands itched to help the young man and ease his pain but he understood that Bam didn’t want to be touched. Once the young man was reclined against the pillows, he handed Ville the bowl. He saw Ville’s hands start to shake and quickly added his hands to help support the bowl.
He looked at Ville and saw a thin layer of sweat on his face and figured the guy didn’t have enough strength to support it. He picked up the spoon and brought it to Ville’s mouth.
Ville felt so ashamed that he couldn’t hold the bowl or feed himself. He wanted to refuse Bam’s help but he was too tired to care right now. He ate half the bowl before he shook his head and turned away from the other man, closing his eyes. He was full and wanted nothing more than to sleep and escape the pain and confusion for awhile. He felt the man start to lower him back down to the bed. He didn’t struggle; if the man was going to rape him there was nothing he could do about it at this point.
Bam knew Ville had fallen back to sleep before his head even touched the pillow by the way the man’s body when limp in his arms. He tucked the covers around him and shut the window shades plunging the room into darkness.
“Sleep peacefully.” Bam whispered as he made his way downstairs to make a long overdue phone call.